The ending of Sarah and Harry's story, will they or won't they?
It has been five years since Harry and Sarah have seen each other. Sarah is now 29 and she is happily living in New York and pursuing her career. Harry is now 30 and he is living in Ho...
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"Happy brunch, ladies." Clair walks over to Kristina and I's table, shopping bags on her arms as she takes the seat right beside me. She pulls me into her arms, making sure to plant a huge kiss on my forehead before settling into her seat.
Sunday brunches with the girls have been a tradition for four years, the three of us always finding time to see each other. Clair is living at home right now, and she manages her town's local newspaper. Kristina and Liam live in Chinatown, the both of them pursuing a life of happiness together. I'm so lucky to have them around, to have them still love me all the same no matter what I've done.
The weekend so far has been pretty lackluster, just filled with long conversations with Elouise and avoiding Corey. His texts and calls never stopped coming, and I even almost gave in once, but in the end, I decided on not going home this weekend. I'm weak and a coward, but I'm also sure--so sure in my decision that I can't go home.
"I see you've been doing some heavy shopping." Kristina says, a smile on her glowing face. Kristina has been sober for five years now, her promise to take care of herself staying put. I'm proud of her, happy to have my best friend back.
Clair has also been doing well, and we haven't had another drug scare with her either. Everybody's lives seem to be in place, seem to be going in the direction of only success and happiness. I look around our table, filled with joy for them but also envious that I can't have that kind of life.
"When in New York." Clair shrugs her shoulders, a bright, toothy smile practically covering her face. She shuffles her bags around, trying to get them to all fit underneath the table. My mind is elsewhere as Kristina and Clair talk, their voices foggy as I think about my life and compare it to theirs.
So much happiness surrounds me, reminds me that I deserve to feel the same way. I know that Corey and I are troubled, that we're far from perfect, but I also know that I have to make it work between us. I have to try and love him, try to see what I saw in him years ago. I have to remember that I chose him, that I made this decision.
"Earth to Sarah." Kristina waves her hand in front of my face, trying to pull me out of my self-loathing daydream. Their attention is now solely on me, wondering what it is that is keeping my mind so preoccupied. They know something is up, and that's because they're the two people in the world that know me best.
"I haven't been home since Friday morning." Kristina and Clair glance at each other, confused as to why I'd just blurt this out. I usually don't just spit up words before thinking, before trying to go over it a million times in my head before saying it.
"What's wrong?" Clair asks as she places her hand on my shoulder, her eyes on me. I keep myself composed, desperately wanting to break down but knowing that if I do I'll just give myself away. They'll know in an instant that something is wrong between Corey and me, something more than just fighting.
"I don't think I ever want to go home. I don't want to go to Corey." Kristina reaches across the table and holds onto my hand, just waiting for me to spill my guts out to them over a few bagels and croissants.
